I wasn’t looking down at a set of divorce papers…I was looking down at a printed copy of ‘We’ll Always Have Atlanta’ one of the stories that...I wrote and have posted on Literotica. I’ve been writing and posting to Literotica for a few years now, but my wife had no idea…at least she hadn’t had any idea. I sat there looking down at the table not sure what to say or do. Was she mad? I couldn’t be sure. Finally, in a soft tone, she asked me if I recognized it. I nodded and said yes that I recognized. . so perhaps....?"My answer was ready for his hinting question."Yes, I think so, Mick. Perhaps, yes"We left the bar and headed downtown to his place. He kissed me in the cab. The cabbie watched us in his mirror as I kissed Mick back and my hand reached between his legs and I cupped his package. I felt his cock harden as I rubbed and had to reach down and adjust my own cock which had stiffened uncomfortably inside my tight jeans. Once in his apartment, we sat on his couch with a couple of beers.. I get for free and might getlucky and find someone to relieve the ache in myballs.Off I went and had a nice Italian dinner. It was closeto 9:00PM now and I decided to wander the 4 or 5blocks over to Club Church. When I was approaching theaddress I noticed a Gay bookstore on one side of thestreet and then when I arrived at Club Church, Irealized it was a gay club, though still had no cluewhat I was in for next. I walked through the first setof doors to the window. I asked the completely. "Now you've got to take his dick. Then and only then will you truly know why I've been out here with no contact." The 3 moved to the shore of the lagoon, Sarah laid in the dirt of the shore, while Jane sat on her face lifting her legs. Tarzan got to his knees and slowly slid inside Sarah. A muffled gasp could barely be heard under Jane's pussy. " I know it's big and you've got a ways to go. Be a good girl I don't want to hear any whining." Jane buried her pussy and ass more on Sarah's face as.